Scott yawns, shifting as he slowly wakes up. Sunlight streams in slowly through the blinds, warming his face as he scratches the stubble on his chin lazily.

He's a bodyguard, ex-military and somehow in a poly relationship with a group of incredibly influencial people. His boss Ezra Blythe, owner of Blythe Pharmaceuticals - which also smuggles drugs; Alejandro Quijada, black sheep family member of the Mexican cartel; and Rudi Borkowski, Ezra's former hitwoman and bodyguard. They're an insane group of people, but... surprisingly intimate and loving.

He spent the evening with Rudi last night, finding himself surprisingly relaxed around her. Sure, she's a little gruff and introverted, but she's honest and blunt with him, and friendly enough. He yawns again, slowly opening his eyes, glancing at her. He smiles, not wanting to wake her.